Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.